I am sitting outside
and the weather is beautiful.
As I imagine shapes of words
I choose those that are poetic
and meaningful to the topic.
Another episode today,
and another humiliation!
I cannot go on like this…
So, I write as medication
has proven useless!
I go where I feel safe…
My mind is a sanctuary
and from its roots I pull out words
and create poetry and stories.









Powerfully penned, Daniel. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Poetry, or just word doodles are medication for many. The mind finds its hiding place and sentences are comforting to spill. I know some who survive by them.
Write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, break for lunch, write, write, write, write, heal.
You got this🌺
That’s what my days have been like for weeks now haha
I know 😊